Storyteller (Encanto X OCish Reader)

CHAPTER 16 - Echo

"Understandable," you laughed. "Now let me think of a plot for a minute."

As you closed your eyes to concentrate, Camilo looked at you with interest. He couldn't comprehend how you could come up with brilliant story ideas so quickly or how easily you accepted him as your friend. Of course, he was a social butterfly but people, except his family, didn't really know him much and just talked to him here and there, not really counting as friends to him.

But for some reason, he thought of you as a friend and trusted you just as much as he trusted his family. He couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was about you that made him trust you but he assumed it was the fact that you understood him and were similar to him in interests and actions.

You opened your eyes and he quickly turned away, realizing he was staring. "Okay then," you started. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," he said, leaning forward, eager to listen to the story.

"Mia lived in a magical village in which everyone had a purpose..."

"What do you suppose they're doing?" Félix asked, glancing out of the window in the silence that had ensued in the dining room only to see you and Camilo sitting on the blanket, his son looking at you intently while your eyes were glazed as if you were looking at something that wasn't even there.

"Ah, she has the look of storytelling," your mother explained after one look out of the window. "She's here physically but mentally, she's in her own little bubble. The same goes for reading."

"She must be a good liar then," Pepa laughed. "I mean, if she can easily make things up."

"She has a heart too golden for that," your father smiled proudly before the conversation again shifted to something boring and grown-up-ly.

Meanwhile, you continued the story. "Mia had not found her purpose yet. Her parents had given up on the chance of her finding her purpose a long time ago and as the world grew more dull by the day, she started to give up on the chance too.

So, her world continued to be colorless, for only people who had found their purposes could see colors, until one day she was walking in a big field where no civilization could be seen or heard.

The wind blew in her ears as she looked off to the distance but could only see gray. Of course, it was only green but she couldn't tell. Suddenly, the wind carried a shout into her ears and for fun, she decided to yell it back where it came from.

Right after the words left her mouth, the world exploded with colors and a smile made its way to her face. That's when she found her purpose. She is Echo. Echo is her. And that's what we call her until present day with only very few knowing the truth.

The end."

"Woah," he breathed. "That was so short and yet you could make a deep meaning to it... I don't know what the deep meaning is yet but I know it's there."

You laughed softly. "Thank you, I try."

"I swear, Y/n, you're wonderful," he blurted out, going red with embarrassment right after.

"You're not so bad yourself," you patted his hair, holding back a grin about his awkwardness and standing up before extending a hand to him. "Come on, let's go inside."

He took it and you pulled him up before he also took the blanket. "Why?"

You looked over the mountains with a frown. "A huge storm's coming this way and although your mom controls the weather, I expect that she can't exactly fight against the nature."

"You're right," Camilo commented, walking inside beside you as you let go of his hand to take over carrying the blanket so it would be even. "Should we also warn the others? It does seem pretty bad after all."

"Probably," you shrugged. "They're still in the dining room." He nodded and you two walked into the dining room, the chatter stopping as you entered.

"Did you need something, kids?" Alma asked kindly.

"Not exactly...," you trailed off.

"A huge storm is heading this way. I don't think I've ever seen a cloud that dark," Camilo said, worry starting to lace his tone. The grown-ups looked out of the window, where the cloud had already started to come over the mountains.

"Mierda," Pepa breathed out, her eyes going wide and a cloud appearing over her head.